Polaroid Personality Disorder

I hope you dont become a photograph
Where your movements slow down
And your smile rests
Until you have your perfect smile
With your head slightly tilted
And your long black hair
Falling to its sides
And your glasses resting comfortable
To magnify your brilliant eyes
Staring at me
As the color of your skin
Turns to a soft sepia
Slightly blurry
With a white, square border
Magnetically suspended on my refrigerator…